Have you seen it
Have you seen the sunflower in the sunshine
Look at it, It didn't lower its head
but turned its head to its back
as if to bite
the rope around its neck
held in the hands of the sun
Did you see it
Did you see the sunflower with its head held high
glaring at the sun
Its head almost covered the sun
Even though its head. It's still shining.
Have you seen that sunflower?
You should go near it.
When you go near it, you will find
that piece of soil under its feet.
Every time you grab a handful of it, it will definitely bleed to appreciate the poems of modern poets: today's days
Today's days
are even more weak and timid
It's like. People who have just been insulted and tortured for a long time
Look at it walking in the street evasively
It may never forget
how a good day was
violently grabbed by a outstretched hand at sunset
and dragged away
Today's days
are even more weak and timid
It is in the same street. Living cold
forms a sharp contrast
You see how unbridled the cold is in the crowd
What about you? Even if the wind you encounter
is not a strong opponent
, it seems that you will be knocked down by it to appreciate the poetry of modern poets: close your eyes
close your eyes
bury yourself
so that you won't see
how the bright red flower of the sun was pinched
thrown to the ground
again. P > step on one foot
close your eyes
bury yourself
so that you will be isolated from the world
and you will no longer feel sad
Oh, We people
That's what we end up like
You came from the darkness
You will disappear in the darkness. Appreciation of modern poets' poems: You will also get old after death
The white hair of the dead has grown in the field
This makes me believe that people will get old after death
People will have nightmares after death
They will also wake up. Open your eyes and see that
another day was born from the eggshell
and soon began to peck on the ground
you will also hear your own footsteps
you will hear your own legs laughing and worrying
you will also remember, even though your mind is empty
even though those people in your heart are rotten
you will still praise them. Praise your lover
catch her face firmly with both hands
and then put her carefully in the grass
watch her clumsily drag out her sexy body
and wait, waiting for the sun
to be swept away by the wind like a broken straw mat
waiting for the sunset, and it will avoid you
at night just like fearing that a wild animal will tear up its meat. It meekly lets you pull into your arms
let you play and vent, without saying a word
and will lie down on the spot because of fatigue, close your eyes
listen to the roar of the beasts in the sky
and you will be worried, and maybe
all the blood in the sky will flow to the ground
and you will stand up overnight. Mourn for a dead face
But her eyes are still staring at you
She will also hope that she will live forever
I hope that she will not be an animal hunted by others
If she is roasted in the fire, she will suffer if she is swallowed
. It will be unbearable.
The dead man's white hair has grown in the ground.
This makes me believe that people will get old after death. Appreciation of modern poets' poems: The old house
The roof
The shabby hat
It has been worn for many years
Although the hat
was brushed by the wind brush
, it finally got grass out of the dirt
. Beside
it never says anything to anyone
it just looks at passers-by with its confusing eyes
it looks dull
it looks sad
that's because it often hears
its children
always nagging at it discontentedly.